Huh. So, uh, remember how I mentioned not being able to sleep or breathe until like, uh, after August? Might make that until after September. One of the local authors contacted me about a fair that takes place in Ferdinand (little town near here) called the Ferdinand Folk Festival. It’s a local thing for artisans, folk musicians, and the like to hang out together and celebrate um, something akin to hippiness, actually. It’s all about hand-made stuff, preserving traditions, and promoting ecology or the environment or whatever. I’ll have to re-read the page, actually. At any rate, this author asked if I could look into doing the FFF thing with the local authors. I e-mailed the chairperson about it, and he was all like “Dude! Totally!” So I might be coordinating a September author event as well. And, since the festival is totally about local crafts and community, it makes sense that I ask the crochet club if they would want a booth as well. I won’t be able to ask them tonight (I took today off to see if I could get rid of this two-day headache), but I’ll ask next week. I could see them going for it and using the money we raise for one of their charities or churches. Personally, I’d rather it go to a charity unaffiliated with a church, but it’d be easier to find a local group that’s attached to a church than one that isn’t. So there goes much of September.

Wait, I said I could sleep after September? What was I thinking? October is going to be spent working on getting NaNoWriMo set up at the library again. Oh, that means November’s gone too. I guess I’ll sleep in December . . . maybe. After all, that’ll be the time to finish whatever novel I started for NaNoWriMo as well as get caught up on work-related things that I let slip during November since I won’t have the time to toy with it during NaNoWriMo. Madness. January then. I’ll sleep in January.

And yet I wonder where these two- to three-day headaches come from. I probably ought to cut a hobby or two out for a while.